You call yourself an Alkandran.”
“I know what I am.” She said with equal parts shame and pride. She was terrifyingly beautiful; her curvaceous body painted bronze, her chiseled face alight with glowing orange irises and maned with wavy black hair. I don’t know why she went back.”
I pulled at my beard, puzzling over the situation. There was a shuffling three floors up. I’ll tell them.”
I shook my head pitiably. “I always wanted to be queen, but I never wanted to rule. Faltia raised the axe overhead, and swung. The morning had been one full of revelations. Outside, the afterglow of the morning’s execution hummed merrily through the populace, the jubilant sounds rising from the streets and boroughs. Then they looked up at me. “Leveria, you clumsy ditz!” Yavara giggled in my ear, “I know you’ve never worked in a kitchen in all your life, but I was told you were quite adept with a knife.” She mentally guided my mutilated hand up to my face, and wiggled my middle finger teasingly before my rigid grin.
